GDRG CH18

The restaurant was very high-end. To maintain his “honest” persona, Shi Xueqing painfully sacrificed his own feelings and didn’t take any pictures.

Fortunately, Xing Wei was happy enough to post an Instagram story of everyone at the restaurant and tagged everyone. Shi Xueqing reposted it to his own story, and his vanity was finally satisfied.

It was already eleven at night when they left the restaurant. Shi Xueqing followed behind the group, secretly trying to inch towards the SUV.

“Shi Xueqing.”

Xing Jun’s voice suddenly came from the front.

Shi Xueqing, feeling very guilty, raised his face a little.

In the backlight, Xing Jun’s expression was unreadable. “Come here.”

He stood next to the red Porsche, his entire body shrouded in shadow. Shi Xueqing didn’t dare to delay and quickly walked over, only to find that Xing Jun had already turned his back and gotten into the car.

He didn’t see Xing Jun’s expression.

…Shi Xueqing followed and got into the luxury car as well. The lights outside flowed past the window, the car started, Xing Wei was busy editing photos, and Xing Jun drove without a word.

The sea breeze blew in through the window. Sitting in the luxury car, Shi Xueqing’s mood gradually calmed.

He felt that he had acted very honestly tonight, and the rich brother must be satisfied.

Otherwise, why would he be asked to continue riding in the Ferrari? That was a Ferrari.

Shi Xueqing felt that he could finally start to enjoy the atmosphere of a luxury car. No one was talking. He quietly ran his hand over the leather seat in the back, listening to the music from the JBL sound system. He closed his eyes and leaned back, trying to feel the legendary push-back of a luxury car’s engine.

With his eyes closed, he didn’t see Xing Jun glance at the unsuspecting him in the rearview mirror.

It was becoming more and more unbearable.

His hands gradually tightened on the steering wheel. Xing Wei, finished with her photo editing, commented from the side, “Bro, why are you driving so fast?”

It was as if he were driving a souped-up car, slamming on the gas pedal.

Shi Xueqing was only happier. Ah, this engine sound. Ah, this push-back feeling.

If only I could take a video.

The car with three people was fast. They arrived, but the SUV hadn’t. Xing Jun tossed the car keys to the valet. When he got out, he saw the trunk was open, and Shi Xueqing was awkwardly and diligently trying to take out Xing Wei’s suitcase.

He finally couldn’t hold back and walked towards him.

“Hands off.”

Facing Shi Xueqing’s bewildered, raised face, Xing Jun suppressed his inner turmoil and said coldly, “There’s a valet to help with the luggage.”

“Oh…” Shi Xueqing nodded blankly.

He actually couldn’t control his temper just now and directly interrupted Shi Xueqing’s action. Xing Jun thought, Shi Xueqing won’t think I was looking down on him, not allowing him to touch Xing Wei’s suitcase, will he?

When he looked over, Shi Xueqing was actually staring at the valet who was helping with the luggage, and then at the valet who was driving the car away. Then, Shi Xueqing stood in front of the magnificent hotel, closed his eyes, and quietly took a deep breath.

Xing Jun: …

Thinking too much again. Shi Xueqing is enjoying the feeling of ‘integrating into high society’.

Xing Wei and Xing Jun went to check in. Shi Xueqing waited at the entrance for the other four to arrive. Zheng Songtao walked over saying how expensive the valet parking was here. Jason, unable to stand it, rolled his eyes and said it was all being paid for by Xing Wei, so he should just talk less.

Shi Xueqing collected their passports and ran to give them to Xing Wei at the front desk. When he went over, he felt that the way Xing Wei looked at him was strange.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

Xing Wei was still thinking about what her brother had just said to her. As the two of them were walking towards the front desk, Xing Jun had suddenly said something, telling her to let the other two guys carry her luggage.

Shi Xueqing saw Xing Jun standing by without looking at him. He tactfully handed over the passports and left.

Seeing Shi Xueqing leave, Xing Wei lowered her voice and said, “Bro, you’re not going to say Shi Xueqing is a gold-digger again, are you?”

Xing Jun finally turned his face and looked at Shi Xueqing’s retreating back.

“No. He looks scholarly and frail, not suitable for carrying luggage.”

He said calmly.

When Shi Xueqing delivered the passports, he had walked over diligently, not flustered, still elegant and refined. When he lowered his head to count the passports, his collar was open, revealing a patch of his collarbone.

So white it made one’s heart burn.

Seven people, one room card each. When Shi Xueqing went upstairs, he followed behind the others without a sound. As soon as he entered his room, he rushed to his suitcase and found it there, intact. He immediately sighed in relief and happily threw himself onto the bed.

So wide! So soft!

The room was also huge, and the window offered a view of the ocean and the moon. Shi Xueqing searched the official website and found that his room wasn’t even the cheapest type, which made him even happier.

Xing Jun knew he was trying to leech off his sister, yet he still booked him a $700-a-night hotel, treating him the same as everyone else. Xing Jun was truly a fair rich brother.

As expected of a Silicon Valley nouveau riche. Those destined for greatness don’t sweat the small stuff. Shi Xueqing completely forgot about Xing Jun’s moodiness tonight and the pressure he had felt, and began to think Xing Jun was a really good person, as good as 7 x $700 (for a seven-night stay).

However, Shi Xueqing also saw the price of the suite Xing Jun was staying in, $1300 a night… the living room looked so big and luxurious. If only he could take pictures there.

Shi Xueqing only thought about it for a moment, then was content with what he had. He washed his face, changed his clothes, and started taking pictures.

While he was having a blast in his room, Xing Jun was in a low-pressure atmosphere in his suite.

The playboy Ni Youwen was taking credit. “How’s the rose-Ferrari combo? Does the beauty like it?”

Xing Jun: “…I thank you.”

Every word was filled with murderous intent.

Ni Youwen sent a “hehe smile” emoji, then another: “I won’t disturb you then. The view tonight must be great.”

…It’s the middle of the night, it’s pitch black outside, what view is there to see.

Ni Youwen: “No way, no way, you’re sleeping alone tonight? With the roses, Ferrari, beach, and Hawaii, you’re still being platonic with the beauty?”

“I already told you, it’s not the kind of relationship you’re thinking of,” Xing Jun gave his final ultimatum.

“It’s not? Then why did you specially rent a luxury car? Didn’t you say that when traveling far, renting a luxury car is both dangerous and boring?” Ni Youwen pressed on as if he had no ears. “Have you been single for so many years that you can’t even judge your own feelings? Let me tell you, people like you are the most likely to become ATMs…”

“You’re overthinking it.”

Xing Jun said coldly.

He hung up the phone and turned it off.

Feelings?

Him for Shi Xueqing?

The type of green tea gold-digger he hated the most?

Xing Jun sat on the edge of the bed. The more his mind delved into the impulse, the colder and more icy his expression became. He thought to himself, to say he had developed feelings for Shi Xueqing—even if it was just desire—was a lapse of his principles.

Because of his paranoia, always worried about others’ intentions, he had been single for decades, only to fall for a low-level green tea like Shi Xueqing… it was like an unfunny joke.

A joke his rationality would never acknowledge.

Like having his head doused with ice water. Xing Jun took a shower. Under the stream of water, he thought, what on earth am I doing?

Ever since he reunited with Shi Xueqing at the airport, what on earth has he been doing?

Time gradually crept into the dead of night.

Xing Jun himself was not a good sleeper. Lying on the large hotel bed, he still couldn’t fall asleep.

Images kept flashing in his mind.

One moment it was the meek Shi Xueqing, the next it was Shi Xueqing carrying Xing Wei’s suitcase, then the troublemaking Shi Xueqing, then Shi Xueqing getting a mint for Xing Wei.

One moment it was Shi Xueqing’s collarbone as he handed over the passports, the next it was the inferred Shi Xueqing, currently taking selfies in his luxurious hotel room.

Finally, it was the Shi Xueqing at the restaurant.

“…Brother Xing hasn’t eaten yet.”

He heard Shi Xueqing say.

His voice was clear, cool, and obedient. Shi Xueqing looked up at him from below, his artistic and aloof temperament becoming soft and hazy.

Gradually tinged with a decadent charm.

The silver collarbone chain was still swaying. The face of the person in the dream was blurry. He grabbed that fragile chain, which seemed to haunt his dreams, and forced the person to lift his head, his face close to his.

“Hah… haha…”

He heard the person panting in pain from suffocation.

A soft red tongue protruded from between his lips. Glistening saliva, just as he had expected, flowed down from his half-open mouth.

Soaking the fabric.

The collarbone chain left several red marks on the fair skin, satisfying one’s desire for abuse and control.

He let go of the chain, then grabbed the person’s chin, lowered his head fiercely, and forced him into a kiss.

His thick tongue plundered the other’s lips and tongue.

From the soft palate to the deep gums, he rolled up the other’s tongue, pouring his breath and saliva into the other’s moist mouth, profanely violating every inch of the mucous membrane in his mouth.

A scorching heat began to spread. The muscles in his arms were hard as iron, and his well-trained abdominal muscles ached.

With his lips and tongue conquered, the other person let out a muffled, indistinct cry from his throat. His head struggled to escape but was held firmly by a large hand. The pulse in his neck was under the control of that hand. He could only suffocate in the sound of water and the thick masculine scent, his body slowly going from struggling to limp.

At this moment, Xing Jun finally let him go. As a silver thread was pulled between their lips, he heard the person in his dream, pressed beneath him, let out a pleading voice.

“…Brother Xing.”

Those red-rimmed eyes, full of tears and pleading, belonged to Shi Xueqing, who was sitting on top of him.

Shi Xueqing was being held by his back, his head hanging limply.

It was as if no matter what he did to him, he would not resist.

At the end of the dream, Xing Jun woke up with a start. He stared at the ceiling, almost in terror, his expression twisted.

In the past, he often thought darkly that Shi Xueqing deserved to be taught a lesson.

But he had actually dreamed of Shi Xueqing.

Not only that, but he had also kissed him in the dream.

…

Shi Xueqing took photos until 1:30 AM, did research for his trip until 2:00 AM, and woke up at 9:30 in the morning.

Zheng Songtao and Lu Yimeng were already awake and had gone for breakfast. Shi Xueqing changed his clothes, washed his face, and also went downstairs.

Before heading to the restaurant, he didn’t forget to take a few more photos of the beach in the brilliant morning sun.

So by the time he arrived, Xing Wei, Tao Shu, and Jason were also already there. Jason was still being snarky, “Waking up so late.”

“On my way here, I stopped for a moment for the beach.” Shi Xueqing smiled elegantly and went to get food.

Jason was once again impressed by his act, while Xing Wei said, “Xiao Shi isn’t the last one to arrive… My brother isn’t up yet? Doesn’t he usually get up quite early?”

Shi Xueqing didn’t hear.

After getting his food, Shi Xueqing realized he had forgotten to get milk. As he was getting the milk, his vision blurred for a moment. He saw Xing Jun not far away, his eyes lowered, walking this way, lost in thought.

Xing Jun’s expression was extremely gloomy, as if he had had a dream last night that he absolutely refused to admit to himself.

…Xing Jun was so tall, and the muscle lines on his arms were so defined. There were a few white guys next to him, but Shi Xueqing still couldn’t help but marvel. He looked even taller and stronger than those who were clearly outdoor enthusiasts.

Thinking of the 7 x $700, Shi Xueqing was in a good mood. He greeted the fair, rich brother politely, “Brother Xing. Good morning.”

“…”

Xing Jun stopped.

Shi Xueqing raised the glass filled with white liquid in his hand. “Would you like some milk?”

Slowly, Xing Jun raised his eyes.

Shi Xueqing felt Xing Jun’s gaze sweep over him. For some reason, that one glance made his spine tense up and his scalp tingle.

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